Clash | Harry Styles

Chapter 21

Ashley's P.O.V

As my eyes flutter open I see the shine of the morning sun streaking through the small window. My head is resting on Harry's broad chest, slowly rising and falling with each breath he takes - it feels good. Taking a small breath in I furrow my head into the crook of Harry's arm.

"Good morning beautiful." Harry whispers into my ear, his raspy morning voice makes my heart feel as though it has stopped.

I must have woken him up when I started to settle back down. I can feel the smile on his face as he says those three simple words, making me smile I look up to his handsome face.

"Morning Harry," I reply.

Moving off of Harry I plant my head back onto my single pillow, turning onto my side becoming a mirror image of Harry. Our legs are entwined together and Harry takes hold of my hand that I'm not lying on and kisses it softly before knotting our fingers together in a warm, soft grasp.

"Last night was amazing babe," Harry says and I see a twinkle of mischief is his eyes.

"It sure was," I agree feeling my cheeks blush a light pink.

"I love it when you blush," Harry teases with a small smirk appearing on his face.

Pulling my hand from Harry's I turn and quickly bury my head into the pillows feeling embarrassed - when did I become such a lovesick girl? - I don't really care though in fact I kind of like it, I've never felt this way towards a guy before - not even Dré, is that bad? At one point I thought I really loved Dré but now I'm not quite sure.

I feel strong arms wrap around my waist and one of the bed springs lets out a small squeak as Harry moves his body closer to mine.

"I lo-"

Before he can finish his sentence – by God why couldn't he have finished his sentence? – There's an urgent consistent banging at the door and then comes a deep hiss of a voice,

"Harry open up you dickhead! I know you're in there so don't pretend you're not." There's a pause before the voice continues to say, "And you Ashley, you don't honestly think I'm that stupid do you, you two sneaking around and all that crap."

It's then I realise the voice is Dré and he sounds angry. No angry is too mild for what I think he's feeling at this moment it's more like fuming or enraged.

Turning to look at Harry I see his expression is full of anger, sadness and what looks faintly like determination. He shifts his gaze from the door to my face, bringing his lips down to teasingly hover over mine.

"Maybe now is the time to tell him." Harry states our eyes locked together.

Maybe he's right; maybe we should tell him now. But he's so angry what if someone gets hurt? Harry must see my hesitation because he closes the short gap between our lips and kisses me for what could be the last time.

"We can do this Ash; I promise we can do this." Harry adds as he pulls away from me, stepping out of the bed to fight on some clothes.

Sliding my bare legs out of the bed I pick up my jeans off the floor, putting them on without any grace at all. I then move towards my t-shirt, jacket and shoes which are somehow all over the room - my one shoe was in the bathroom, how? I ask myself. I mentally pat myself on the back for deciding to put my underwear back on last night.

Harry pulls his top over his chest and walks towards my now startled body. I was too held up in the fact Dré is outside that I thought Harry was Dré.

"Ready?" Harry says just as Dré screams that he's going to break down the door if we don't answer.

"No but this has to be done." I say as I watch Harry walk over to the door sliding it open a fraction to reveal a very pissed off Dré.